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This chapter is dedicated to the undying words of my
teacher on the subject he�s teaching: �Let�s
not call it Oral Proficiency � that just sounds dirty.�

Author�s Note 1: Been listening to music, which is never
good. Damn me for getting different inspirations all over and I already put ONE
challenge up in the hopes that others would channel my inspiration and leave me
time to do this story. It�s here if any of you would like to make me happy: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=6000000012337.
I double post this fic, so those on ffnet who for some reason can�t/won�t go to affnet but are curious can drop me a line and I�ll mail them
back. The challenge isn�t �adult� at all, but if you�re reading this then you
have already shown some willingness in reading adult-themed material. ;)

Author�s Note 2: Thank you to everyone who have been
reassuring me. I know I come off as a whiner :P but I
promise you I am not the �take my toys and go home� type. The story will stay
and if I should stop writing, it would be for the sole reason that I stopped
enjoying doing it. Your kind reviews make me happy, but I assure you whether
you review or not (and whether it�s a good review or not) I do have a few more
chapters planned and I already partially wrote the ending! No, you may not know
what it is, what�s the fun in that?

Author�s Note 3: Someone left a note that I have a lot
of run-on sentences. Yes, I do. Often I feel it gets too fragmented if I put in
more full stops and re-writing the whole thing is just more trouble than it�s
worth. I do have two people betaing me, and at the
point of release for each chapter I have usually reached a point where I am
almost sick of looking at the text. The only un-betaed
and much too hastily released chapter was chapter one. Looking at it now I
would make a lot of changes, but I have decided not to alter it at this late
date. Perhaps I will actually learn better grammar now that I�m taking a minor
in English, but until then I fear you will have to suffer my sentencing.

Thanks to Miss
Nibbles for being big as a house and to Maz for being a constant pain in my ass.

WARNING: Smut
in this chapter is a bit darker, I suppose. It�s definitely different than my
other scenes, but you are now warned.

**********

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, GOD!

They had done it
again. They had really done it again. It was no longer a crazy one night fluke,
now it had happened twice, making it
a pattern.

Sleeping with
Malfoy was a pattern.

Oh, God.

Hermione was
horrified. She was horrified that she had done it again � and been so wicked about it too � and she was also
quite horrified that she was now feeling giddy. Giddy of all things. It must be the Peeves incident still affecting
her.

Yet, even though
the thought of Malfoy�s face as Peeves hit him with the slime-balloon still
made her giggle, she knew that wasn�t the reason. She was giddy because she
couldn�t help herself but feel extremely pleased about what had happened. It
was sick and twisted, she knew, and she tried quelling the feeling, but to no
avail.

Sleeping with
Malfoy was a tremendous ego boost. It wasn�t that he lied to get her into bed
(or desk, or closet, or bath) � it was very obvious that he didn�t. He wasn�t
smart enough to be that devious.
Every time he made a concession to wanting her he seemed slightly resentful at
the thought and he clearly hadn�t wanted to let her know that he didn�t find
Pansy appealing anymore.

That revelation
alone she could live on for the rest of the year. Pansy with her crowd of Pansettes, always thinking she was so much better and yet �
who was it Pansy�s boyfriend turned to for passionate encounters?

Hermione knew
she was smirking but was unable to help herself.

She was quite
perky by the time she reached Defense Against the Dark
Arts and happily ignored Harry and Ron�s disgusted looks.

�It figures,�
Ron moaned. �She�s happy to make it in time for this class. Doesn�t
know a good opportunity when she sees one.�

�Oh, shut up,
Ron,� she replied cheerfully. �If I weren�t here, whose notes would you copy?�

The only reply
was a low grumble.

�Malfoy is
probably milking it for all he�s worth,� Harry said. �I bet nobody sees him
before lunch.�

Hermione giggled
again and was on the receiving end of another couple of appalled looks, which
made her feel a little guilty. �Oh, come on,� she said. �He did get pretty mucked up, didn�t he? And
since when are you sorry to not see him around?�

Just then
Professor Snape came billowing in, fortunately
cutting her friends off from whatever they were about to say.

**********

Harry was right.
Nobody did see Malfoy before lunch. Hermione might not have noticed him then
either if it hadn�t been for the whispers and sniggering, but as it was she
looked up, saw his annoyed frown and slightly pink cheeks and started chuckling
again. He had really had this day coming for a long, long time.

As if alerted to
her presence he looked straight at her, his eyes darkening with something other
than anger, before he looked away and went to sit with his friends. Pansy, she
noticed, didn�t look too happy about the sort of attention he brought with him
that day. Well, that was just too bad for her, wasn�t it?

**********

A few days
passed without incident again. Sometimes Hermione would look up and catch
Malfoy looking at her thoughtfully, but he made no attempt to approach her, and
during the weekend they had no reason to be around the same places except at
meals which hardly counted.

Malfoy still
sneered and baited Ron and Harry, but for the most part he seemed to pretend
that Hermione was beneath his notice. It was amusing in its own way as he had
been baiting her for so long that his sudden change of policy seemed rather
abrupt. He was acting odd in so many other ways, however, that nobody put two
and two together.

On Saturday he
even called in sick for the opening Quidditch match,
making Harry extremely suspicious. Hermione tried suggesting that he might have
actually been sick but all she got for
her efforts was a dirty look.

On Monday
Hermione went early to Potions and sat down on a carved-out stone bench near
the classroom to get a head start on her Arithmancy homework. She had managed
to forget how cold the dungeons could be in November, though, and the floor was
drafty. She remedied that by pulling up her legs, placing her feet on the
bench, which also enabled her to use her thighs as a rest for the book. She was
happily sitting there, reading and scribbling down notes, when she heard someone
drop their books. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Malfoy.

�Tonight,� he
mumbled, pretending to collect his books. Ah, so that was what this was about.

�I can�t,� she
replied just as curtly.

�Why not?� He seemed wary.

�I have plans.�
She actually did. She had prefect duties. Of course, he needn�t know that they
wouldn�t take all night.

�Cancel them.�

�I can�t.�

He sighed
irritably. �Fine. Tomorrow, then.�

�Can�t.�

�Cancel!�

�No.� Hermione
was actually enjoying this and couldn�t keep from smiling at her notes.

Malfoy dropped
the pretense, snapping up his books and standing up to look down on her. �When, then?�

She gave the
appearance of giving this some thought. �Next Thursday?�

His eyes
glittered angrily and she expected him to object, but he surprised her. �Fine,�
he gritted out. �Meet me at the statue of Lachlan on 7^th floor at
ten.� He walked on but stopped after a few steps. �Oh, and
Granger?�

�Yes?�

�Don�t be late.� He walked away and she
was left feeling a little disappointed that he hadn�t pushed her for a sooner
meeting, yet at the same time giddy again and aware that she had made an
important point.

�Don�t be late
for what?� a well-known voice asked and Hermione banged her head into the wall
as she jumped.

�Ow! Ron! Give some warning next time instead of sneaking up
on me!� she scolded.

�Sorry,� Ron
said, but he was frowning. �What are you meeting with Malfoy for?�

�Homework,� she
replied automatically. �He, uh, really needs to pick up on his Arithmancy.�

�That explains
why he is doing it, why are you doing it?�

�Extra credits.�
Hermione was surprised at how easily the lies rolled off her tongue.

�You don�t need
any stupid credits, why don�t you just leave him to rot?�

Hermione snapped
her book shut. �Last time I checked, Ronald Weasley,� she said coldly, �it was
not up to you to decide what I need.�

Ron merely
looked at her. �You know I didn�t mean it like that, I was just wondering what
he could possibly offer to make you tutor him.�

Hermione
shrugged. �I like teaching. I might end up pursuing that line. Who better to
practice on than the school�s biggest prat?�

Ron shook his
head, still not quite reassured, but then their classmates were all filing past
them on their way to class and Ron and Hermione found Harry and joined up.

Hermione
secretly noticed that Malfoy seemed to be in a rather bad mood for the rest of
the day. She would like to think that she had had something to do with that.

**********

For the next ten
days Hermione saw surprisingly little of Malfoy. He showed up in class but he seemed
absentminded and he was missing meals. She had to remind herself that she
didn�t care what was wrong as long as it wasn�t anything she would catch.

There was one
incident where he had seen her coming and had bent to kiss Pansy in an
uncharacteristic show of affection. Hermione had first gotten angry about the
show he was obviously putting on, but then she had been amused. He must
obviously feel the need to make a statement, but it was really rather
redundant. She had ignored the couple and he hadn�t seemed to bother doing it
again.

When the time
came Hermione snuck up to the statue and at 9.58pm she was in place waiting for
him. She had considered being late
but she wasn�t sure how far she wanted to push him. Yet as the minutes passed
she was regretting being on time. Where was he? Had he decided not to come? Her
stomach turned with mortification at the thought. She wouldn�t put it past him
to do something that low. When it was 10.15 she decided to leave and never go
near the bastard again.

Just as she
turned to leave, he appeared, looking pale and worried. Hermione ignored this
to the best of her ability. She really didn�t care what he had to worry about,
she didn�t.

�You�re late,�
she accused, aghast at her own relief that he hadn�t stood her up. Well, of
course she was relieved! It was hardly flattering to be discarded or forgotten.
Maybe she shouldn�t put him off for so long next time, though�

�I�m touched by
your concern,� he said sarcastically, taking her arm and pulling her along with
him. �I must admit I wasn�t even sure you�d show up.�

Hermione hadn�t
been completely sure she would either, but in the end she had been unable to
resist. �I said I would, didn�t I?� she replied coolly.

Malfoy gave a
short bark of a laughter. �Indeed, you did,� he answered.

She just
realized where they were going. �Room of Requirements?� she asked. �Isn�t that
a little�� He looked at her questioningly. �Obvious?� she finished.

He gave her a
humorless smile. �Yes, who wouldn�t guess that I�d bring you here in order to debauch
you?�

Hermione went a
little pink but persisted. �Doesn�t it seem like a rather immoral way to use
this room? And what if we get caught?�

�How will they
catch us when they don�t know what we�re doing in there? They probably think
that you conjured up some big library tutoring
me.� Hermione gave him a puzzled look, but Malfoy waved it off. �That
Weasel friend of yours is going around asking questions. He doesn�t seem to
understand why you would help me out. He should be careful or he might get
hurt.�

Hermione felt
embarrassed at this revelation. �I would really like it if you wouldn�t
threaten my friends,� was, however, all she said. What was she supposed to say?

�And I would
really like it if your friends would mind their own business for once, but we
can�t always get what we want, can we?� Malfoy walked back and forth in front
of the spot where the door was to appear. Nothing happened. Then he grinned,
shook his head and tried again. This time it was successful.

�Why didn�t it
work?� she asked.

�I wished for a
place to shag you senseless,� he said, dragging her into the room and closing
the door behind him. �Apparently the room isn�t big on debauchery.�

Hermione looked
around. They were in a dimly lit bedroom with a huge, comfortable-looking bed
dominating the middle of the room. �How did you convince it?� she asked a
little apprehensive as she fully realized what she had agreed to� again.

�I wished for a
place where I could finally get a decent night�s sleep,� he replied huskily.

She would have
replied that the room seemed a little excessive for that, when she was pulled
around and he kissed her for the first time in two weeks. It never ceased to
amaze her how the simple caress of lips against lips could make her melt so
completely. She pressed up against him and stroked his back and he pulled her
closer, kissing her more deeply.

Hermione felt
her eyes close as she succumbed to the sensations. How could something so wrong
feel that good? Her eyes fluttered open again when he began removing her belt,
but she didn�t dream of stopping him. He pulled off her robes, exposing her
underwear, making her blush a little to her own chagrin. Kissing her again, he
pushed her towards the bed. When they reached the bed she pushed him off so she
could remove her boots. He removed his boots, as well, and then his robes. She
smiled nervously, averting her eyes, because in spite of everything she was
still feeling awkward around him in the time between them getting undressed and
them actually having sex.

�Can�t even look
at me in spite of wanting it so very badly,� he quietly mused before covering
her lips with his again and moving to cover her body with his as well.

It felt
wonderful just to feel his body weighing hers down. She felt her bra loosen and
he threw it out of the way, bending to worship her breasts. She both heard and
felt his groan as she arched up against him. �You
know you need release,� she half-smirked half-panted, trying to goad him to
take her. �I bet you barely made it through the two weeks this time.�

He didn�t reply
immediately but simply smiled, took one of her hands in each of his own and
held them above her head while kissing her gently, moving to nibble at her ear
and her neck. Then he removed one of his hands and whispered. �Who says I did?�

Something about
his tone of voice was like a bucket of ice water on her senses. He had removed
both his hands now, but when she tried to lower her arms to push him away she
found that she couldn�t. She looked to her right and saw that the hand he had
removed first was holding his wand. He had distracted her with kisses to bind
her, the bastard. She struggled in vain against the binding for a few seconds
and then looked at Malfoy accusingly.

�What do you
mean by that?� she asked, but she already knew.

�Don�t be so
surprised,� he said quietly. �Like you said yourself � two weeks is a long time
to wait.�

�Bastard!� she
spat out. �Release me!�

�Why would I do
that?� he asked, his voice still calm. �You�d only see
it as an excuse to fight me.�

Damn right she would.
She wasn�t staying here with him for another minute. How dare he sleep with
someone else when they had a rendezvous planned for tonight? She would be out
of there the second she could free her hands.

She noticed that
he was still caressing her and she bucked and kicked at him to prevent it,
inadvertently hitting his nose, making him utter a foul oath. This pleased her
a little bit.

�FOR FUCK�S
SAKE, GRANGER!� he roared, eyes watering. �Isn�t it enough that you keep making
me wait? Do I really have to fight you every step of the way?�

Hermione looked
at him aghast. How could he even consider that she would still sleep with him?
�Let me GO! I don�t want your used dick!� She blushed a little at her own
language.

He frowned at
her. �Does it really matter that much? You didn�t care too much last time
before...� he shrugged. Before he�d let
it slip that he hadn�t had sex with Pansy since he�d had Hermione.

�Last time
wasn�t�� planned. �Last time was last
time. Release me!�

He shook his
head. �No,� he said hoarsely. �You want this too, but you would never admit it,
would you?�

She immediately
changed her tactics. He had been acting so odd lately. Who knew what was going
on inside his head? �Just let me go. You want me to get you, remember?�

Malfoy actually
smiled at her. �You did come to get me at the statue,� he said. �That�s all the
surrender I need.� He bent to kiss her, but she squirmed to avoid it and he had
to settle for her neck� and her shoulders� and her breasts�

Hermione tried
her best to twist away from him, but he steadied her easily and she didn�t know
if she wanted to hurt him. So far he wasn�t doing anything unpleasant to her.
It was appalling but she had to admit that his caresses felt really good. If
she hadn�t been so angry about this she would have welcomed his touches more
eagerly. Two weeks had been a long time for her too.

�Why don�t you
just do it with Pansy if you�re on sleeping terms with her again, instead of
doing this to me?� she asked, trying to keep her thoughts from getting muffled with
want.

Malfoy chuckled
against her belly, which he was now kissing and nibbling at. �You were the one
who made me wait, my sweet, too late to regret it now.� He was moving lower.

Hermione�s eyes
widened and she pressed her legs hard together when she realized what he was
about to do.

�Open your
legs,� he said silkily.

She shook her
head in desperate refusal. �No, too embarrassing� Don�t.�

He didn�t heed
her objections, but simply pulled her knees apart, placing himself between
them. He gingerly touched her and moaned when finding her panties soaked.
Hermione�s cheeks were burning with shame. She didn�t want to want him. He
removed this last obstacle and keeping her knees apart he pulled back to look
at her there. Could this possibly get
any more humiliating?

He bent over her
to kiss her again. �Relax,� he whispered in her ear. �I won�t hurt you. You
know I won�t.� He then started kissing his way down again.

NO!

She bucked up
against him to push him off, but he wasn�t that easily discouraged. Then his mouth
was on her most private place and her eyes widened and she bucked again. Merlin, that felt so� so� �Stop, please!� she moaned.

He didn�t stop.

She tried to
convince herself that the reason she was writhing so much was to discourage
him. Never mind the jolts of pleasure from the movements of his lips and tongue
and mouth as he was doing the most wicked things she had ever experienced to
her.

She was aware
that there was no way that he couldn�t taste, feel and smell her arousal and it
mortified her, yet at the same time it aroused her even more. She fought it
every step of the way. She didn�t want to like it, she didn�t want to come. She
didn�t want his tongue to feel that good on her�

Soon she knew
she had lost the battle. She arched up and cried out
just as he plunged two fingers inside her to press the spot that had made her
wild before. She convulsed violently around them and she thought she heard him
make a guttural sound. Then everything disappeared in waves of pleasure.

Once she became
more aware of her surroundings again, Hermione opted to keep her eyes shut. She
could still feel the aftershocks going through her sated body. How could it
feel that wonderful when she didn�t want it? She heard Malfoy utter a short,
gravelly, almost pained laugh before she felt him lie down next to her.
�Closing your eyes doesn�t mean I�ll go away,� he said.

�More�s the
pity,� she replied bitterly. She wondered why he hadn�t taken her yet. Didn�t
he want to anymore? She snuck a peak that reassured her that he certainly did
want it. In fact, from the way his eyes were devouring her, she was really
surprised at his restraint. �Get on with it then,� she said, hoping to remove a
little of his pleasure. �I mean, that is the
plan and the reason I�m still lying here, isn�t it?�

He frowned,
clearly taking exception at her words. Good. �I don�t see why you�re
complaining,� he said, trailing a hand over her belly in a soft caress. �I mean
� that orgasm you just had sure seemed like something to me.� His voice broke
and his hand trembled a little with remembered pleasure.

�I didn�t want
it,� she snarled. �You know I didn�t.�

He nodded. �And
I didn�t want to wait for two weeks for no reason, seems you got the better
deal.� His hands wandered lower, slightly caressing her folds, making her blush
as she felt his effect on her again. �Besides, you know that deep down you did
want it.�

�Why come here
at all if your needs were already seen to?� she asked, ignoring his last
statement.

He smiled
weakly. �Jealousy doesn�t become you, Granger.�

�I am not jealous!� she said, fighting a
blush. The nerve!

�No?� he asked,
eyeing her breasts hungrily as she moved against her restraints. �Then why did
you go livid before?�

�I� Just don�t
like to share, that�s all. If you want to be my toy, then I want to be the only
one playing. If you want to be someone else�s toy, then fine. Besides, I don�t
remember asking you to tie me up either.� She leaned back, glaring at him
defiantly.

�Fidelity to the Other Woman?� Malfoy
mused. �And who�s the toy now?� He let the back of his hand brush over one of
her nipples and her gasp made him groan. �Will you stay if I unbind you?� he
whispered.

Hermione shook
her head. No, she�d run as far away from him as she could.

He didn�t look
pleased with that. �I�ll take you any way I can, but I�d much prefer you
unbound myself.�

She smirked at
him. �Isn�t that just too bad?�

She didn�t miss
the angry glint in his eyes. �If you prefer these little bondage games,
Granger, why didn�t you just say so? I can assure you that that�s a sacrifice
I�m willing to make.� Swiftly he removed his boxers and plunged into her.

Hermione
couldn�t help the moan that escaped her before she bit down hard on her bottom
lip. Lord, this felt good. She tried to feign indifference but as he thrust
again she felt her hips meeting his and her eyes rolling back. She did want
this, but she refused to yield.

�Last chance,
Granger,� he panted. �Please let me unbind you.�

She shook her
head. �This� is all� you�ll g�oh� get�� She knew she was gasping and moaning
loudly but she was unable to help herself. Refusing him full pleasure by not
letting him unbind her was all she had at this point.

Grunting, he
thrust harder and faster and caught her mouth in a fierce kiss that made her
bones melt. She could feel his frustration with her in every movement. Soon she
felt the well-known tingle announcing a new climax and she surrendered to it,
vaguely aware that he joined her only a second later. Hermione was feeling
better than she had in weeks and she didn�t even mind being tied up anymore.
She was afraid she could get addicted to this.

Having had her
didn�t seem to appease him the least bit, though. As soon as his shudders
stopped and he got his breath back he rolled off her and said �Last time was
better.�

Hermione rolled
her eyes at his grumpy mood; he had seemed to enjoy it well enough just a
minute ago. �Well, it�s all downhill from here, then. Be thankful that it�s not
happening again,� she said, not sure how she felt about that resolve herself.
She had to get out, though, before it was too late.

�The Hell it
isn�t.� He frowned at her. �I thought you had gotten over that already.�

�Gotten over
what?�

�Being a hypocrite.�

�Just so you
know � you�re a hypocrite too. Don�t look at me like that. Like you would ever
admit to anyone what we�re doing! Could you perhaps release me now?�

�No.� He looked
a lot less than pleased with her right now.

Hermione didn�t
believe her own ears. �What? You
can�t keep me here like this.�

�Sounds like
I�ll have to, doesn�t it?� he smirked and stretched.

She stared at
him. �You�ve got a sick sense of humor.�

�Wasn�t kidding.�

�So, you just
plan on keeping me here until you get tired of me?� she asked drily.

�That�s pretty
much the plan, yeah.� Now he was grinning outright.

There was a
pause.

�You know you�re
being childish, right?� she asked.

�And you�re just
being stubborn.�

There was an
even longer pause.

Hermione glanced
at Malfoy who actually seemed to be drifting off. She kicked at him. �Hey! I�m
cold.�

With an annoyed grunt
he got up, pulled the bedding out from under her and covered her up.
�Comfortable now, princess?� he asked mockingly.

�No,� she said.
�My arms are cold too.�

He took her
cover and draped it over her so her arms were covered, as was her face.
�Better?� he asked sweetly.

She made a cross
sound that became muffled.

�You know what
you have to do,� he said, slipping under the covers himself, putting an arm
across her belly and whispering in her ear. �If you want to be freed, all you
have to do is agree to my terms.�

�You�ve finally
lost it, haven�t you?� she answered, her eyes narrowed as she considered his
motives.

He yawned
sleepily. �I�m too tired to fight with you, Granger. Just promise you won�t run
off and start avoiding me again,� he said, rearranging the covers so she could
get some air.

�I bet you�d
feel differently if it was you who had to share.� Hermione was now fighting
drowsiness herself.

�Why don�t you
try me?� he asked indifferently.

�I�m not as
devious as you. I can�t be in a relationship with one person and sneak off to
have sex with another. I�m not adulterous.�

�But you are�
With me,� he said reasonably.

�That�s
different. I hate Pansy.�

�Then it�s simple, isn�t it? Be in a relationship with someone you
hate.� He yawned again and closed his eyes, clearly intending sleep.

Right now she
could only think of one person who would fit that bill. She narrowed her eyes.
�You know, this is really all your fault. You could just have chosen to not say
anything.� When he didn�t respond, Hermione decided to change her tactics as a
boost of inspiration hit her. �You know what I think? I think the reason that
you�re saying these things is that you�re scared that I might actually start
liking you.�

His eyes flew
open again. �What?� Bingo.

�Yes, but the
problem is, you can�t figure out what you want, can you?�

His eyes
narrowed and he gave her an exhausted and exasperated glare. �Shut up!�

Hermione sensed
she had really hit a nerve and smirked, deciding to get all she could from it.
�You didn�t really sleep with Pansy, did you? You just alluded that you might
have to show how insignificant I am. Backfired, didn�t it? You didn�t like
having me tied up after all, did you?�

He grabbed his
wand and she felt the bond disappear as he sat up and pointed it at her hands.
�You�re free to go. Don�t let the door hit you in the arse
on your way out.�

�I�m right,
aren�t I?� she persisted, taking down her arms and groaning slightly at the
aching.

�You know, I�m
beginning to think you�re right about one thing. This was a bad idea.�

She snorted.
�And how long will you keep that resolve? Or is this a pattern? You seduce
girls until they call your bluff?�

�You talk too
much, Granger, go to sleep or at least be quiet,� he said in a fatigued voice,
lying back down.

Hermione studied
him closely. He looked like he hadn�t slept for a week. �No, it isn�t a
pattern, is it? You haven�t��

�Silencio!� he said forcefully, rendering her
incapable of speech for the second time in as many months. �Do I really need to
hex you every time I want some peace and quiet?� He looked at her pensively. �I
don�t mind being around you once you stop yammering, so just go to sleep, all
right?�

This time she
could easily remove the spell herself, of course, and did so, but she did
recognize that he was in no condition for her badgering. Satisfied that she had
gotten the response she wanted anyway, she got up and began searching the room
for her clothes.

�Or go running
off as usual, whatever,� she heard him mumble before he sighed and turned away
from her. Well, what did he expect?

It took her some
time to find her belt and panties but finally she was good to go. She looked
over at Malfoy and saw that he had actually fallen asleep now. He looked
agitated even in his sleep. Shrugging it off, she left the room, sneaking back
to the dormitories before she was missed.

**********

Yes, yes, they�re both stubborn and something�s got to
give and soon. :P

Also, if you think the sex-scene wasn�t as good as the others, no need to tell me. It wasn�t supposed to be very good. In fact, I think it was a whole lot better for Hermione than for Draco when it comes down to it.

Me? I do not
like this chapter very much. I don�t like any chapter where Draco is not happy.
:P However, we can�t always let him get his
way, can we?
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